The young commander's little petite girl got mad at 70

Meng Wantang's eyes turned sideways, completely different from his previous unreasonable appearance.

Feng Yumei was frightened by her sharp eyes. She didn't understand why the second sister-in-law was more frightened than the shrew who was swearing at her.

She didn't even dare to look at her second sister-in-law.

Feng Yumei honestly pulled off the clothes she had just covered her child with, and smiled flatteringly at Meng Wantang.

"Idiot! Why are you still holding the child? Do you think his fever is not high enough? While you were holding the child, you would have come back with a basin of warm water and wiped the child's body."

Meng Wantang looked over with cool eyes.

Feng Yumei didn't dare to speak and put the child on the hospital bed tentatively, her eyes still looking at Meng Wantang erratically.

"What are you looking at me for? Can't you understand what I say?"

"Listen, I understand."

"Then why are you still standing still?"

Meng Wantang was so stupid that Feng Yumei would vomit blood.

Anyway, she has said everything that needs to be said. If she still doesn't understand, she will just die of stupidity.

Meng Wantang had a cold face and walked out with her child in her arms. Qiao Xiuzhi was so frightened that she hurriedly hid aside. Meng Wantang frowned and looked at the shaking hands, wondering what kind of medicine should be used to treat Parkinson's disease?

She had to go back and think about it.

When I came out of the ward, I looked up and saw a tall, lean and tall man standing at the door.

Their eyes met, and their breathing was stagnant.

I don’t know how much he listened to it.

Meng Wantang thought calmly, she was right anyway, even if he heard everything, she was right.

Anyway, no matter how bad Lu Qingye's impression of her was, it couldn't be worse than the original owner's sexy tricks.

Meng Wantang passed by him confidently holding her child in her arms.

Suddenly, his wrist was grabbed by him.

Meng Wantang stopped, looked up at him, and asked in an aggressive tone: "What are you doing?"

The little temper is quite hot.

For some reason, it looks a little cute this time.

Lu Qingye stared at those bright eyes, pursed his thin lips, and was embarrassed to speak for a moment.

"If you have something to say, just say it. What kind of talk is this?" Meng Wantang pulled her hand back and took a step back.

Lu Qingye put his hand into a fist and put it to his lips, coughing to cover up: "Um...do you have money?"

"Why do you need money?" Meng Wantang looked wary.

The original owner only had more than 20 yuan in total, and every penny spent was one penny less.

Lu Qingye, a man who had just retired from the army and still had some private money, wanted to ask her for money?

"Mom has to be hospitalized and needs to buy medicine." Lu Qingye explained.

Meng Wantang squinted her eyes and took two steps back.

She realized that her behavior didn't seem to be good, and she said covertly: "I tell you, I only have ten dollars left with me. I will give it to you. Starting tomorrow, we will go to drink northwest wind. Besides, you are not rich. ?"

If Lu Qingye was a sensible person, he shouldn't have opened his mouth.

"Not enough money." Lu Qingye's ears turned red.

"Not enough money?"

Meng Wantang's voice suddenly rose, and she noticed someone was eavesdropping, so she lowered the volume of the last two words.

She asked quite cautiously: "How much do you need?"

"Three dollars."

Meng Wantang narrowed her eyes: "How much is the total?"

"Three dollars and five."

"Your pocket is cleaner than your face!" Meng Wantang suspected that he did it on purpose.

She was settling accounts in her mind.

Lu Qingye wrote home before, saying that he was promoted to a platoon leader. After deducting food, gas money, etc. for a month, I got 38 yuan. After sending 20 yuan to her and ten yuan to his parents, he still has eight yuan left.

He usually spends a little, saving three yuan a month, and he can have 100 yuan in three years.

Soldiers will also be given a stipend when they retire.

Even if he didn't ask for the money, his pocket wouldn't be so clean.

Lu Qingye was not embarrassed at all, and said frankly: "A comrade died. In the past few years, several of our comrades have each given five yuan and sent it to his parents."

Come on, I calculate my salary clearly and clearly.

Plus the travel expenses back and so on.

Does he still want to say that he is very powerful even if he only has [-] cents left?

"You don't even have a shabby house at home, and you still pity others. Your mother is lying in the health center without knowing anyone, and you still have a wife and children to support. Are your family's conditions better?"

Meng Wantang was so angry that she gritted her teeth. This time it was not Lu Qingye who wanted to divorce her, but she wanted to kick Lu Qingye.

"Tell me, there won't be a next time!"

She walked over and put the money in his hand, turned around and left.

Afraid of going back to get the money back.

Seeing the two little bastards waiting at the door, they shouted coolly: "Goudan, Gou Sheng, go home!"

Lu Qingye looked at Meng Wantang, who looked pained but not angry, and nodded towards his two sons.

Goudan and Gou Sheng ran home immediately.

When they got home, the two of them were worried that Meng Wantang would take it out on Xiaopang, so they ran away with Xiaopang.

Meng Wantang lay on the kang when she got home.

In fact, her brain is running at high speed, and she has nine points of land in the front yard where she can grow some vegetables. Plant more Chinese cabbage, radish, and mustard greens, but nothing else.

It is best to focus on food in the backyard.

She thought she could grow corn, but considering the solar terms, she couldn't grow it at all. She could only grow millet, millet, and buckwheat.

More than two acres of land can produce four to five hundred kilograms of millet.

If their family eats it every day, they can eat it for three or four months.

Before the autumn harvest, the production team would distribute some more corn, and it would be over after a while.

How do you spend the time before the autumn harvest?

She only had 19 yuan left on her body. She had no millet at home and had to find someone to exchange for seeds. Their home only has a wardrobe that is 1.2 meters long, 1.7 centimeters wide, and [-] meters high and is falling apart, and a cupboard of the same size.

There is also a royal couch that was thrown into the hut to gather dust after the original owner disliked it, and a sewing machine.

Nothing else.

No money, no seeds, no seeds to plant.

Meng Wantang felt anxious for the first time.

"Ugh!"

As soon as Lu Qingye entered the door, he heard Meng Wantang lying on the kang, sighing. When she saw him coming in, she rolled her eyes at him and turned her back to him, refusing to communicate.

"..."

He didn't expect that people were acting weird today and were even weirder than before.

Lu Qingye glanced at the untouched luggage he had placed on the imperial concubine's couch, and his eyes should not be too surprised. The first few times she came back, her luggage was snatched away by Meng Wantang before she could even get through the door, and all the things she liked were taken away.

Who knew she wouldn't be able to move this time.

It's so wrong.

It's not like her at all.

Lu Qingye opened his luggage and took out a gray envelope. After some hesitation, he placed it intact in Meng Wantang's hand.

"this is for you."

Meng Wantang opened her eyes, glanced at the envelope at hand, then raised her eyes at Lu Qingye, and said in a strange tone: "Just give me what you want? Money?"

"No."

"If it's not money, what's the use of giving it to me?"

Meng Wantang laughed angrily.

Lu Qingye: "It's a ticket. See if you can exchange it with those educated youths for some food or something."

What the hell?

ticket? ? ?